..I was at a Television Dubai staff meeting at a hotel when I became aware of a wedding reception in the function room next-door. Thankfully, our meet...ng was just ending because my hungry pussy was already twitching and gnawing and starting to get quite wet, knowing somewhere nearby a man had just taken his vows. My tight, insatiable, little pussy can smell and sense her prey a mile away! I'm a sexual predator by nature and, when I'm hunting cock, it's my pussy who's in charge and makes all the. . The thought of it spurred me on and I let out a quiet moan as I pushed my feet against the bottom of the bath, raising my hips until my soft pussy curls broke the surface, for him to see. I took the foamy sponge from my belly and began to massage my mound, allowing soft, needy ‘hmms’ to escape my lips, listening for his breathing, which I could hear was clearly more ragged and panting now. I set down the sponge and began to stroke my soft wet lips with slick, slippery fingers. His movements. Before her was a view of the sea, with the cliffs leading away to the headland in the far distance. Colin Marsh was the only other person on the balcony; his gaze remained apparently locked on the distant headland. He had made no sign that he was aware of her presence."Lovely view, isn't it?" Mrs Letterman said as she got near to him."Yes," was his only reply."I love watching the sun go down over the headland." Yes." I like, the way the colours change as the sun gets lower." Yes." Still Collin. A tear came rolling down my left eye. I don’t know why but I was smiling. A laugh escaped my lips. Then I took hold of the current situation. It was the moment of realization that I must have lost a lot of time in Kota and didn’t study enough. But then I got her in my arms right now and I didn’t mind either.Well, the atmosphere was romantic and I decided to go with the flow. All this time her head was in my chest. When she lifted her head and saw my face. I took the initiative and with my right.